Amelia’s POV
As a family, Mom, Dad, the girls, Damien, Jake, and I ate the cake the girls and I had made and brought. We laughed and joked. Mom and Dad told stories, and the girls asked questions. Everyone kept smiling at me.
I might have been missing the memories from the past six years of my life, but I was certain that I never in my life felt as whole and as loved as I did right in this moment.
It was almost too much, certainly more than enough to overwhelm me, and I softly started to sob.
Everyone reacted at once, wanting to know what was wrong and if I was okay. I didn’t have answers for them. I could barely formulate words. I just shook my head and hoped they understood.
They didn’t seem to.
Only when Damien stood, took my arm, and led me away from the table with the promise, “
